Zayn’s POV

He fell down with a thud and I continued to stare in horror at the guy on the ground, before actually deciding to do something-cause I couldn’t just leave him in the hallway, believe me I did think of that…- So being the neighbourly neighbour I am, I stooped down and dragged him into my apartment by his armpits. Now to anyone sticking their head out to see what the racket was would probably have thought I had just murdered someone and that’s probably what my new roommate thought when he walked down the hall.

He pulled the lollipop out of his mouth and just looked at me as I continued dragging the person into the apartment. He followed me silently into the apartment and shut the door before turning around to face me an eyebrow raised “ I was not aware I moved in with a murderer” he stated and I just rolled my eyes

“Oh shut up, he’s not dead” I grumbled “but I probably will be when he wakes up”

“Really?” he asked mildly interested as he watched me put the body onto the couch “whys that?” he asked putting the lolly back in his mouth, not turning away from the guy, a strange look in his eye that I couldn’t decipher.

“Because this is my neighbor Harry” I stated flopping down in one of the arm chairs, exhausted from dragging Harry, cause man that guy weighs a tone

“Your point?” my roommate asked a smirk on his face

“My point is I’m pretty sure he has anger issues and will kill me when he wakes up because I hit him in the head with a lamp” I put my head in my hands

“Hey you never know he might forgive you?” my roommate said shrugging and walking into the kitchen

I lifted my head and looked at him like he was stupid “he once punched me in the face for asking if I could have a cup of sugar”

“Well maybe he just likes his sugar?” he said walking back in the room sipping a glass of water. Ok so there is one thing you should know about my new roommate, we’ve been friends since Pre-K and I love the guy (as a friend) but sometimes I hate him, like right now when he acts like everything is perfectly fine, when it most definitely isn’t. But that’s Louis Tomlinson for you.

Louis’s POV:

I made my way back to my new apartment, my mate Zayn had said I could move in with him if I ever needed a place to stay and I had taken him up on that offer, it’s a lot easier to hide the fact that I am indeed a drug dealer if I have a roommate to be an alibi for me if the police come knocking.

I just didn’t expect him to be dragging an unconscious body into the apartment or that body to be the delicious guy from the police station. I pulled the lollipop out of my mouth and watched as he continued to drag his body inside the apartment, before following him silently, shutting the door behind me before I turned and spoke “I was not aware I moved in with a murderer” I stated and he just rolled his eyes

“Oh shut up, he’s not dead” he grumbled “but I will be when he wakes up”

“Really?” I inquired my tone mildly interested as I watched him put the body onto the couch

“whys that?” I asked putting the strawberries and cream lollipop back in my mouth, knowing full well why as I watched as a small trickle of blood drip down Harry’s temple

“Because this is my neighbor Harry” he stated flopping down in one of the arm chairs, exhausted from dragging Harry’s body from the hallway I guess

“Your point?” I asked as a smirk stretched across my lips and I had to struggle not laugh at poor Zayn’s predicament

“My point is I’m pretty sure he has anger issues and will kill me when he wakes up because I hit him in the head with a lamp” he put his head in his hands

“Hey you never know he might forgive you?” I said shrugging and walking into the kitchen laughing quietly as I did, because from my experience he didn’t forgive easily, I got myself a glass of water and went back into the lounge room where he had lifted his head off his hands and was now looking at me like I was stupid “he once punched me in the face for asking if I could have a cup of sugar.”

“Well maybe he just likes his sugar” I said walking to the other couch sipping my water and sitting down. He shook his head and opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a groan of pain, we both looked towards Harry’s body stretched out on the couch as he began to wake.
I glanced at Zayn and had to cough to disguise a laugh at his expression; his face was white as a sheet and his eyes were wide as he watched the boy on the couch. Turning my attention back to Harry I watched as he lifted a hand to his head wincing slightly and brushing some of his curls off his face, his eyes fluttered open and I took note of his long eyelashes shrouding his emerald iris’s.

He briefly glanced around and his gaze landed on Zayn, his blank expression changed in an instant to one of anger, he still hadn’t noticed me and for that I am happy I would have missed the show that soon followed his awakening.

Harry sprung up from the chair and had Zayn pinned to the floor by his throat “Ah- Urg“ Zayn gasped out and he attempted to pry his fingers off his neck, but curls would have none of it as he just picked him up off the floor only to slam him back against it roughly. By now Zayns face had started turning purple from lack of oxygen, and I was somewhat distracted by the muscles on Harry’s back contracting every time he moved, so it was probably a good thing someone else entered the room.

“Hey Zayn have you seen Har-“ a thick Irish accented blonde boy cut himself off when his eyes took in the scene that befell him “Oh my god!” He gasped and rushed forward grabbing Harry under the arms and trying to pull him off. This was the time that I decided to help, standing from my position sitting on the coffee table I made my way over to the struggling guys and helped the blonde save Zayn.

Long story short Harry ended up tied to a chair in the kitchen as Zayn, I and the blonde boy (still don’t know his name yet) were all trying to catch our breaths. Harry had been harder to control then I had thought and all three of us had to help in order for us to subdue him, which is how we ended up like this.

So here we all are, Harry glaring at us all and he kept trying to break free of the duct tape (yes duct tape, we could not find any rope) Zayn was sitting on the table as the other boy was prodding at his bruising neck tenderly. I raised an eyebrow at them but my attention was drawn back to Harry when his chair fell over creating a loud ‘thud’ the blonde jumped back from Zayn a slight blush on his cheeks and Zayn himself tore his attention away from the blonde Irish man to see what caused the loud noise.

Chuckling to myself I went over to Harry and lifted the chair back into an upright position and removed the tape from his mouth. “Now now Harry don’t be hurting yourself” I scolded whilst tapping his nose, he just glared at me with so much anger that if looks could kill I would be dead and gone in a millisecond.

“Shut up” Harry snapped

“Aww that’s a bit mean, I’m hurt” I tsked and held my hand to my heart pouting, this just made him more angry as he began struggling to get at me

“You will know hurt when I get out of this chair” he growled, his jaw clenched, hate swimming in his emerald eyes

“Louis,” Zayn warned “stop provoking him, he needs to calm down”

The blonde had now moved to the fridge and was searching through it “He’s right you know, taunting him will only make him angrier” his voice came muffled by the door

I sighed “and how would you know?” I asked curious, his head appeared around the door

“Because I’m his best friend” he stated, and I must say this news stunned me somewhat. I looked over the Irish lad, taking in his appearance, he had blonde hair with brown at the roots, pale skin, blue eyes a slim but muscular body, nothing compared to Zayn or Harry, but was still muscular, his shirt gave the impression that he probably had abs and he was short. All up he was he really didn’t look like he could handle Harry’s anger issues. “Take a picture it will last longer” he said smirking slightly

“I’d rather not break my camera” I replied, although he was quite handsome, his remark just annoyed me. He frowned slightly and Zayn glared at me, I sighed and sat down “party-poopers” I said dully

“Um…Okay then, since your all dandy and all do you think someone could untie me from this Fucking Chair” Harry said is voice rising at the end of the sentence.

“Louis, untie him,” Niall ordered

“Why do I have to untie him?” I asked boredly I didn’t really care but still

“Because I’m taking Zayn away from him so he’s safe, good luck” he said smirking and tugging said lad away and out the door leaving Harry and I the only ones in the apartment.

Harry raised an eyebrow expectantly, “so you going to untie me or what?” He growled, I smirked

“Sure I’ll untie you” I said walking over to him, I then sat on his lap much to his surprise

“What are you-“

“Shh” I cut him off with a finger to his lips, his eyes darkened which could be mistaken for lust but…I’m pretty sure it was anger.

Harry’s POV:

I glared at the man currently straddling me with as much hate as I could muster, but he just continued to smirk as he leaned forward. He stopped when his face was inches from mine, his breath fanned across my face and I turned my head to the side, trying not to take note of the fact that he smelt like dark chocolate and some delicious cologne – no not delicious, disgusting-
I suddenly felt something warm and damp latch onto my neck and my eyes widened, he did not, he is not, I turned my head to look and yes he is indeed. I started trying to push him off as best as someone can tied to a chair, but he snaked his hand up into my hair and in a gentle yet still firm grip he held my head in place as he moved his surprisingly warm lips against my neck. He ran his tongue over the spot on my neck and his teeth suddenly bit down causing me to moan lightly before I clamped my mouth shut, but it was too late I felt his smirk against my skin as he continued to suck and bite at the tender skin on my neck.

I bit down hard on my lip to stop another moan from escaping my lips as he kissed a trail up my jaw and suddenly I felt my hands being released from their binds and the tape around my chest disappeared. I blinked in surprise as Louis abruptly got off me a smirk on his lips as he walked away.

What. Just. Happened…

I just sat there for a while stunned before it hit me 1. Louis is gay or at least bi 2. I let him take advantage of me and 3. Oh my fucking god no. I got up and ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, tilting my head to the side I finally saw it, right where my shoulder meets my neck there was a slight purple mark deepening in colour even as I watched it. That’s when my temper hit the roof and by temper I mean my fist, and by roof I mean the mirror.

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